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[.winter]

Bad boy x good girl romance roleplay 1x1 with .winter & pokemonangie

Characters- Mark Nettle, Charlie Wilson
setting - Rainy Monday

[.winter]

Name: Charlie Wilson
Nicknames: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 17 years old
Eyes: golden brown [picture above at top]
Hair: dirty blonde [picture above at top]
Traits: Sweet, quiet, shy, mysterious,
loyal, kind, bubbly, happy, and loving
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Friends: None at the moment, she just moved
Siblings: N/A
Foes: None at the moment
Love interest: None at the moment

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Charlie is overall a very quiet girl that
most people immediately judge her for.
It takes some effort to crack into her
shell, having to give her the chance to
let her be herself and show you what
she is really made it. Most of the time,
she is the girl in the hallway rushing to
her next class, taking notes quietly in
the back, or drawing when she was done
with the work she so easily understood.
She is mostly invisible, but she doesn't
really mind, she knows what she is and
who she is, and that has always been
enough for Charlie. She loves the color
pink, loves to draw and read, but most of
all, her favorite hobby is singing and dancing.
She has always wanted to do that but she
has never had the courage to do so. She also
adores skateboarding, but nobody would
know or even expect that of her. Underneath
she is bubbly and silly, loves to take lots
of pictures or play in the water on a summer day.
Charlie also loves to laugh and shine, but
now that she has been moved to what looks
like an entirely different world, she has to find
those things again and make them blossom.

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Charlie's past isn't very interesting, her
life is truly just beginning. She grew up wonderfully,
she didn't have a father growing up but her mother
was sworn to protect her for that very reason, to
never let her get her heartbroken just as she did in
the past. Princess's, puppies, kittens, sweets, and love
was the setting of Charlie's life, but she had always
wondered why she had not gotten a father as all her
friends and just everyday people had, and she did not.
She never really cared, knowing she might have just
been placed on this earth to help her mother, but she
never truly dwelled on the fact. As she grew up, she
had developed everything she needed to know, girl power
morals, ethics, strength, adaptation, educations, and
what she had liked and disliked, knowing one day the
prince charming she never had as a girl would come to
save her. Her life wasn't really something she had to
be saved from then, until her mother was diagnosed
with a very rare and incurable cancer that eventually
spread to her brain and stopped her life right before
Charlie entered her Junior year in high school. Soon
she was shipped off to a different state to live with her
grandparents, which did not belong to her mothers side,
but her fathers. They took care of her, well, sort of,
gave her a bedroom and enrolled her into the closest
public school, but the minute Charlie showed up on the
door step she was on her own. Now she is on her own,
trying to put everything life gave her so far to place it
in whatever the world had thrown at her now. Who knows,
maybe she might just find what she was looking for.

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[angelonia]

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Age: 18
Gender: Male
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown
Traits: Courageous, protective,
charming, mischievous, adventurous,
caring, apathetic
Sexuality: Bisexual
Friends: Kids your parents tell
you to avoid
Siblings: 3 younger siblings
Foes: A handful...
Love Interest: His love life is
on hiatus after his last fling left him
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Mark grew up in a rough situation.
He always found himself taking care
of his mom and siblings. He figured
that family came first but recently
has grown sick of being the only
mature one in his family. Although
he loves his family, he hates that
he's had to throw his innocence away
to fill in his fathers shoes after his dad's
untimely death. He's making up for
his lost childhood by causing a
lot of trouble.

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Mark is a chill dude with few friends yet
almost everyone as school can tell you his
name and what party he'll be showing up
this weekend. He does ok in class but he takes
easy classes to ensure his c-average. He loves
his car and has a few hot rods he's fixed up
over the years and makes sure nothing
happens to them. He treats his younger
siblings the same way. He loves shmoozing
and wearing the latest trends. He works
most nights but when he's off, he's probably
street racing or at a party.

[angelonia]

Mark leaned the back of his seat back until he was almost laying in the front seat of his car. It was early and although school hadn't started yet, the other senior's cars started filling in the empty spaces around him. The school wasn't big but it wasn't small by any means and he liked that. He jingled his keys in his hand and stared out his windshield absentmindedly with his driver's side door wide open. Honk! Honk! The sudden sound of a car horn pulled him out of trance. He rolled his eyes and got out of his car. He closed his car door and waited as the other kid pulled into their spot. He liked to hang around to make sure no one scratched up his vintage mustang. When all was good, he deposited his keys into his front jeans pocket and walked into the school building.

[.winter]

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Charlie Wilson

17 | Female

Feeling: tired

Location: Bus

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It was a cloudy day, a small mist aura had begun to coat the air and humidity soon caught with it. Charlie sighed, knowing a Monday, and a rainy day was no good luck. The grey cream cloud seemed to hug the entire sky as if it were a blanket, never to be opened so the sun could shine through. Some freshman in the back had begun yelling and screaming about how much homework they had, and she lifted her hood from her hoodie/jacket and placed it protectively over her ears and her head. Her hand reached in her pink and pale backpack for a pair of tangled headphones, which were very tangled. Her second week of school and this is how she starts it. Groaning, she slowly began to untangle her shoved pair of headphones, till the point it took her the entire ride to school. The minute she finally undid the last knot, people began to shove and slip on the bus to get off of it as fast as they could so they could go meet up with their pathetic friends. Charlie popped each ear bud in her ear before grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder, looking down at her muddy knock off white keds and her ripped at the end favorite blue jeans. She was never to complicated, some mascara and eyeliner, a straightener, a jacket and a pair of old jeans pretty much summed up her daily look. The bus driver smiled at her empathetically, giving a small smile back as she stepped off the slippery grey steps that were worn for how many people had laid their shoes on them. Her school seemed to look like a prison that morning, her chocolate brown eyes making eye contact with the doors, walking and trying to have a better outlook on everything. Her chipped pastel purple nails seemed to shine in the dim lighting of the rain while she pushed open the doors, showing her ID to the security guard in order for her to be let in. Things started to get weird as the school was acting more and more like a prison. An hour early, as usual. Charlie didn't have a locker yet, so she usually found a quiet spot to sit on the carpet, away from the people, and listen to music as she worked on an art project. Her daily spot in the back of the theater with a small window was her destination, as she began to walk. During the walk she was pulling out her colored pencils and parchment paper from her backpack, not paying attention at all to the few people in front of her, until BAM, she crashed into a bulky muscular boy with somewhat curly brown hair. "Oh god-I'm sorry.." she trailed off, not meeting his gaze as she picked up her stuff she had dropped. What was wrong with her today? The curse of the rainy monday she predicted more or less.

[angelonia]

Mark stumbled back a step or two when he felt a sudden collision with another person. Immediately, his gaze fixated on the girl in front of him. "Hey, watch it," he snapped. He looked the girl up and down with a quick scan of his hazel eyes but failed to match a name with her face. This mystery girl wasn't unattractive... No... He shook his head in an attempt to clear his head from intrusive thoughts. He still wasn't over his last fling with that jerk from the rival school. The glare of florescent light on white paper caught his eye and he crouched down to help her pick up the papers she had dropped. "Who are you anyways? I've never seen you around," he asked as he aligned the papers in hands with a few taps on the floor. He handed the small stack to her with an outstretched arm, his other resting on his lap as he held his squat.

[.winter]

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Charlie Wilson

17 | Female

Feeling: tired

Location: School

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Charlie winced as he snapped, shaking it off immediately as he had thrown it. The was the last thing she wanted to do today, was start drama with some cocky arrogant boy she had only just seen around with girls or even some guys drooling and crawling over him as if he were a well known celebrity. Her chocolate colored eyes scanned his face once or twice, recalling his name in one of her classes, it was either Matt, Michael, or Mark, something along those lines. Her colored pencils escaped their little carrier as she tried to stand up, sprawling all over the carpet floor, a pretty light brown ended up being snapped in half by someone that stepped on it. She didn't want to say anything, and so she didn't, but she was sure as hell pissed about it. Her mom had gotten her these set of colored pencils, and she wanted to make them last until they could no longer bare the touch of being held. Charlie hadn't a clue how much time had passed while she was cleaning up her spilt belongings, but more and more people spilled into the school so she assumed as much that the day was about to begin. Finally, with the last thing of picking up her assignments that every teacher had given her, she slid them easily into her new pink and purple polka dot folder and threw it into her backpack. People rolled their eyes at her and some gave her a look of pure pity, but she pushed away the feeling with a roll of her eyes. Before she could have time to react, she never noticed she never responded. "Oh, I'm Charlie." she spoke in a hushed whisper, barely letting her name escape her lips before she took the papers from the boy standing in front of her. "Thank you." she stated, her eyes scanning up again to meet his hazel ones, in which he was obviously taller than her so she stepped back a bit and rubbed her calf with her sneaker, waiting to see if he was going to walk off or respond.

[angelonia]

Mark stood up when Charlie took her papers back. A cursory glance of the floor revealed that most of the items she had spilt had been picked up. "It's no problem..." he trailed then made eye contact with her once again. "Just look up next time. People wanna see those pretty eyes." Then he vanished in the crowd of people. He was lucky enough to get stuck among his usual pack of delinquents and he let out a sigh of relief. "Hey, nerds." he said in greeting before listening to their conversation at it resumed. He glanced back over his shoulder to see if Charlie was still standing in the middle of the hallway but the crowd of people blocked her from view. A sudden jab brought his attention back to his squad.

"So, what has you hung up? Is there gonna be a fight or somethin'?" a particularly big guy named Jon asked. Mark considered Jon to one of his closest friends since practically the womb. The black haired boy smiled at Mark as if he knew about Charlie, his grey eyes alight with knowledge not even Mark could comprehend. "It better not be some goody-two-shoes." Chimed in a short junior everyone called Gem. "Lord knows how many times you've toyed with those," she added as a hushed afterthought. Mark simply shook his head. "It's nothing, guys. Trust me." He waited a few steps as their expectant stares only increased intensity. "There's not going to be a fight either!"

[.winter]

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Charlie Wilson

17 | Female

Feeling: annoyed

Location: School

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Charlie sucked in a breath at his comment about her eyes, immediately biting her lip and battering her eyelashes to the ground. Before she could do anything, he was towed away by his guy and girl friends. She sighed, knowing she was never anyone special in the eyes of a guy, and she swallowed the evolving crush she might have had on the boy. Charlie never got his name, but he got hers at least. He probably said that to every good girl he ever met or saw the slightest innocence inside of her eyes or her posture, to most likely take advantage of them and steal whatever innocence they had. Her eyes glanced to the clock as she realized the bell had rung, and she cursed slightly as she pulled the crumbled battered schedule out of her pink backpack to see what class she had first, which was math, trig. Charlie hated math, it was the one subject she never got, and if she ever asked any questions, she would have gotten every pair of eyes in the classroom staring at her because she was confused and always answered incorrectly. So usually she just tucked herself in the corner and drew a flower or a mountain setting with trap music in her ear. It was truly her guily pleasure, dub step music and trap music that only had a tint of voice but the rest was amazing bass. Breaking her reverie, her hair seemed to fly off her shoulders as she had to run to the other side of the school to get there, knowing she would get the screaming of her grandparents if she had a D in any of her classes, and she was barely holding on to a B. For some reason, she couldn't get the thought of him off of her mind. There was just something very different about him. Shoving the thought off for later, she finally plopped down in her uncomfortable desk that was attached to an ugly black chair, combing her fingers through her hair while she pulled out her sketch pad and colored pencils right before her fat, thin nosed, pearl necklace and flower print ankle skirt teacher began her lecture. Her eyes snapped up to the front and glared at the glow of the projector for the notes, groaning and rolling her eyes once more. Today was really going to be a long day.

[angelonia]

Mark dashed into his first period and took his seat in the back of the classroom, just as the bell was about to ring. His teacher wasn't interesting but he couldn't blame her, trig was boring. His strategy was to zone out during class, do the review worksheet before the test and then barely pass the test. So far, his system worked. It wasn't like he was planning to go to an actual university so grades weren't very important to him. At one point during the lecture on trig identities, he broke from his trance and looked around the room and spotted a vaguely familiar blonde girl across the room. He narrowed his eyes as he tried to make out her identity and sure enough it was the new girl he bumped into earlier that morning. He returned his attention to the teacher when his named was called to answer one of those questions teachers throw at the kids they think are listening. "The uh, tangent of theta is equal to the sine of theta over the cosine of theta...?" he responded. The frumpy teacher nodded and continued with her lecture. Mark just shrugged her off. Although he hated being called on, he understood that he probably looked like his eyes had glazed over and he was in a different dimension at the time he was called on.